Lost Me Gained Regret

Chapter 392

Chapter 392

I suddenly sprung to my feet, tiptoeing and plunging headfirst into his embrace. My arms wrapped tightly around his waist, clinging to him as if my life depended on it.

“Feeling affectionate, huh?” He seemed to enjoy it, his hands gently kneading the back of my head. “Have you decided about what we discussed?”

“I have,” I replied, my voice barely above a whisper.

But before I could say something more, my gaze caught Bryant standing at the doorway, his expression stormy.

Without waiting for me to speak, Bryant softly knocked on the door frame. “Honey, it’s time to come home.”

“I’ll handle this.” Gregory patted my head and gently released me, ready to turn around.

“Gregory.” I called out to him, and he stiffened momentarily but responded,

“Yes? What is it?”

I couldn’t meet his eyes, mustering all my strength to speak casually, “Bryant’s

here to take me home.”

Gregory’s lips twitched, not with a smile, but with a trace of confusion. “What did you say?”

“I’ve had my fun. It’s time to return to my role as Mrs. Ferguson.” I tried to shrug it off, “Let’s go our separate ways, Gregory.”

behind cruelly, just as Bryant

we walked

from Bryant’s grasp and stepped

a distasteful topic. Yet, I discussed it with the calmness of a business

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fingers with a sanitizing

include that.”

“I won’t move into the Ferguson Mansion, nor will I live

His tone was with sarcasm. “As Mrs. Ferguson, what duties do you

her pregnancy?” I spoke

led me swiftly to the car, shoving me inside. “Jane, doesn’t being my wife

moved away. “It

he was about

“Shackles.”

to, and the identity that once filled me with joy, at the moment, all felt like shackles, binding me so tightly that I struggled to breathe.

the driver calmly. “Let’s go home.”

you, I’m not going to the Ferguson Mansion.”

“You don’t have a choice.”

“Using Gregory

that’s how you see it.”

“As

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